Feeling the urge to knit again. Here are antlers for a much belated baby toy.
No photo today. Nothing happened, other than I was sick.
Hidden behind the napkin holder.
Dinner with a view.
Even the cats get a new condo.
The rest of this house is immaculate. But the back porch needs some love.
Just as weird as I remember.o
Thinking of this place and this poem by e. e. cummings: i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping …
Memory might be fickle, but he looks just as I remembered him.
I hae missed sitting around Firefly’s table.
No photo here either.